#captain valor

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Ghost Fox leaps back into action in ‘World of Betty and Veronica Jumbo Comics’ #28

Check out an exclusive preview of two new stories coming in next week’s digest from Archie Comics.

(cover by Dan Parent)

[chronivore]

Captain Valor

[secretly-a-trekkie]

EVERY TIME I DRAW REX HE LOOKS MORE AND MORE LIKE GEKKO AND IDK WHY OR HOW TO FIX ITR BUT HERE TAKE HIM

[bleedingcoffee42]

From Fierce Valor, Sparky gets life ruined by officers at the club.

[kyrina-jo]

Hanging out with the Cap

AKA, Neo and little buddy find out that the Captain is a big fan of the squid sisters and they’re not afraid to show their support

The aftermath

(4 and 8 should not be surprised)

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

There is one often told tale—perhaps a bit suspect—in which Speirs informed a frightened paratrooper somewhere in France that fear vanishes if you simply consider yourself already dead. I never used that kind of line during my own experience as a combat leader, but I can think of several occasions when I wish I had. To me, it’s less the mark of a doomed fatalist and more the philosophy of a man who understands that death in combat is always just a heartbeat away. Worrying about being killed is a distraction from the mission at hand.

~ Captain Dale Dye, United States Marine Corps

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PSA!!!! This is a scam on AO3!!

This is a scam!!! Got this message last night and then the reply early this morning. I’ve looked around Reddit and it seems like there are ppl (and sometimes bots) who will comment under your fic saying they’re artists and that they want to draw your characters or something. They will charge money!

This person was signed in but this was their first comment and they had a really generic bio w no other promo to another site or anything. And see how they don’t even name any characters or any details from the actual story? Also, if they were a fan artist they should be able to name one part they like about your story that they specifically want to use!

I did blur out the name on the slightest off chance that they are a real person and just have never interacted in fandom before. When I get to my laptop I will be replying to decline and let them know that I’m not looking for a commission, and rhat this is fanfic which means I don’t own the characters, then deleting the thread.

Stay safe out there guys!!!

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What can you tell me about the pirate superheroes? Guys like the black pirates, captain fear, swordfish and barracuda?

Well the first thing I can tell you is that you're kind of talking about two different time periods. Jon Valor AKA the Black Pirate was active in the 16th century and was more what we would call a privateer than a true pirate.

He was commissioned by the English crown to rob, plunder and scuttle Spanish shipping in the Atlantic but because of the nature of Spanish sailors at the time and Valor's own personal sense of honor he did end up putting down a lot of truly despicable slavers and conquistador-ish men

The other 3 you mentioned, Captain Fear, Swordfish and Barracuda were all active in the mid 18th century much more within what we would call the Golden Age of Piracy.

(Fear's illustration in an 1866 updated edition of A General History of the Pyrates)

Fear's history is very roughly sketched, what we know about him is that he was a Carib (a people group we now call the Kalinago) on an island in the Spanish Carribean enslaved by Spanish sailors who led a native mutiny aboard said slave ship. Making a vow to "treat the Spaniards as I was treated by them"

Fear was a scourge on Spanish shipping, especially Spanish slave shipping for years before teaming up with an English privateer named Baron Hemlocke. The two men led an exceptionally bloody raid on the Spanish town of San Bartolemo (near modern day La Ceiba in Honduras)

Something led to a breakdown in their partnership directly afterward as Captain Fear began to chase Hemlocke out into open water where neither man was ever seen or heard from again

Swordfish and Barracuda we know frighteningly little about. Save that from description of their activities in the waters of what is now Costa Rica its safe to say they were some kind of metahuman. They too vanished without a trace during a confrontation with the pirate "god" X'ult.

[cythanadiel]

couple of things i can share from my (still in progress) portfolio

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!

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What Would your OC’s role on a pirate ship be?

Pirate AU let’s gooooooo

tagged by @trench-rot and @direwombat to take this quiz

The Boatswain A captain leads their crew. The first mate advises. But you're the one who actually makes things happen on this ship. When the captain gives an order to sail to some place, it's you who gives the crew their duties, to hoist or change or unfurl the sails, to man the guns, to swab the deck, to do whatever needs to be done. And you're right there alongside them, heaving and hauling and fighting just the same. The sailors put their trust in you, and you won't let them down. When they have a problem, you're the first port of call. The captain listens to you, even if you can tell she's not always paying attention. You spend your days before the mast, and your nights in a hammock slung up in the cargo hold. It's often a thankless job - the captain berates you if the crew are unruly, and the crew hate whenever you have to dole out discipline. But if you left, this ship would fall to pieces in an instant. And you love her. You love the sea. You love the job, despite it all. So you work, and you work, and you work, and you don't stop. Not until the job is done. And it's never going to be done.

The Topman Of all the sailors on this ship, your job is the most dangerous. Oh, everyone climbs the rigging into the topsails from now and then, but you practically live up there, among the rope and swaying canvas. You know the sails better than any person, have clung to the mast through storm and swell in the pitch-black of night, when your limbs are freezing from the chill and your body is soaked to the bone. When there's work to be done in the tops, you're the first to climb to their dizzying heights and the last to lower yourself back to the deck. Some nights you have slept up there, balancing on a yardarm or in the crow's nest, lashed to the rigging ten feet above the deck. But never once have you fallen. Though your hands and feet and calloused and burned from clasping the ropes, never have you pitched into the water or slammed against the deck. Few sailors can claim such a badge of honour as that. When you're up there, the wind blowing a chill against your face, hair streaming behind you and clothes billowing, you feel more alive than you ever have. So when your captain calls, you are glad to place your hands and feet in the rigging and ascend once more. It's where you belong.

The Captain This is your ship. Oh, but you worked for it. You joined your first pirate crew when you were little older than a child, learning the language of rope and rigging and the roll and sway of the sea. From there, you worked your way up, signing onto ship after ship, tailing sailors twice your age just to learn from example how a ship is run. And learn you did. By the time you turned twenty, there wasn't a shipboard task you couldn't perform. Then, one day, you had signed onto a ship under a notoriously bad captain - quick with the lash and slow with the shares. With the rest of the crew, you plotted and planned, and when the time came, you forced the captain and his officers onto an abandoned rock in the ocean, and took command yourself. Drunk on victory and rum, you promised your crew that you would be a fair captain, a shrewd captain, and make them all rich. Every day your head buzzes with plans and schemes, prizes more ambitious than the last. Yes, every pirate's luck runs dry eventually, but they haven't caught you yet, and you're proud of that fact. So you'll raid, and you'll fight, and you'll keep shipping out. These are your seas. And you'll hold them until your body rots in the deep.

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Courtesy of Archie Comics, here's a preview of World of Archie Jumbo Comics Digest #132, which comes out Aug. 9.

In one of two new stories, writer Tom DeFalco, artist Bill Galvan and inker Jim Amash present a Little Archie story featuring Captain Valor. Our hero is teaching Archie self-defense just in time for a confrontation with the bully Fangs Fogarty.

[reasonmustbemytruenorth]

Who’s gonna tell Pike they named a medal of valor after him?

[kovacs-of-courage]

Cor Unum Ch-1

This is chapter 1 of a compilation of oneshots on A03, if you like this--go check the rest of it out! It's called Cor Unum and is listed on my A03 works

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“There’s too many of them, they’re going to catch up with us soon.”

Wild rasped through bloodied breath, and shredded pleura. Breathing was torture, a hundred knives sawing his throat up from his chest. He’d been hit by an arrow, a lucky shot by a now-dead bokoblin that’d collided directly into his ribs, and then lung.

“I can stay behind--buy time.”

It was easy, almost compulsory for him to offer his own life for those of others. Wild knew that all of his brothers would do the same for him. It might be fate that begets these circumstances upon him again and again, or his stubborn refusal to accept his own limitations.

A short, tired laugh greeted his offer. More of a humorous exhale than anything. Neither of them had the energy to do much more than survive at the current moment.

“I’m glad to see you still have faith in my abilities. What kind of knight would I be if I left my men behind?”

Valor continued in step, unflattered by the suggestion, as he was by the distant hollers and heavy footfalls of the monsters behind them--always coming ever closer. The captain had Wild’s right arm curled around his neck and shoulders, keeping hold of his hand as they limped through the forest.

Wild opened his mouth to counter, and was interrupted by the ignition of fire and charred splinters that’d marked a tree beside them. A fire arrow from the oncoming band of monsters managed to find their position. He could recognize the heat, and the swallowing boom of its shockwave anywhere. He wasn’t happy to be on the other end of it, though.

The blast sent them reeling to the ground, their tunics stained with a charming mixture of dirt and blood. Wild tried getting up, to middling success. He was on the last legs of his energy, and having to balance that with one working lung wasn’t making that easier. 

He fell to the ground again, another maelstrom of flaming bark whipping over their heads. 

They were getting closer.

Wild reached for his bow, determined, and ready to sacrifice everything for the survival of his brother. A hero was only as good as the odds against them.

Valor had a different idea, however, lifting the younger hero’s body onto his shoulders, and around his head. He grunted at the effort, the battle, and the near-direct impact of the fire arrows had taken something out of the man.

“Don’t waste your breath, goddess knows you don’t have much of it.” Valor panted.

Valor eyed the coming mob of monsters, putting his freehand to his belt.

“When our comrades stumble, and fall, we carry them until they are strong again.”

A volley of arrows soared by their heads, narrowly missing them. 

Valor didn’t falter.

“That’s how it is.”

The monsters were close, nearly on their necks.

Valor readied himself.

“And that’s how it’ll always be.”

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I send hugs and ginger sweets to the Sarge.

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